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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Senate Hall
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	Arthur felt warm and safe around Andy, something was just pure and good about her, like everything was just better with her around. It was a good feeling, but he blinked at her trip up. She thought he should stay back? A small knot arose in his stomach, he didn't want to split up, especially not to have her go and defend him. Sitting by and not doing anything seemed like it would hurt him more than anything, especially if anybody ended up getting hurt, as people were apt to do in combat. He held his tongue for now, they'd talk about that later, he had to process feeling son it anyway. "[color=4286f4]We'll talk about that on the way, okay?[/color]" He asked softly.

	Arthur was curious about what the connection between her and Madalyne was, but whatever it might be, he knew it wouldn't matter to him. If she was related somehow to a child of Hecate, so be it. A person wasn't who they came from; everyone at the camp was proof of that. The gods, best he could tell, were cruel and inhuman beings, but for all he could say about the situation he'd been forced into, the people had to be the best part. There was a kindness and humanity about most of them, they were good people fighting for something, and he respected that, and wanted it made him want to be like them.